the ***** fruit loop

After twenty years of marriage
I grew my beard
To find out why
People grow beards
I haven't the time
I've nailed down the last plank
It can 't be possible
Incredible
If only I still had my old record player
Or even a radio
I wrapped it up yesterday
In the grey paper bag
We must have left it downstairs
We climbed too quickly
We must take the child's mind of this business
We can hardly sink much lower
What day is it?
We are drifting
We're drifting
I would like to teach small children
That everything in life (isn't changed?)
Do I stop work?
Or do I go on washing
Or scrubbing
Or (?)
Or scouring
Or sweeping
Or waxing
Or scraping
Or dusting
Or shining
Or cleaning
Or polishing
Or brushing
...